Last Christmas
Last Christmas
The snow fell gently outside Lisaâs window, covering the streets in a soft, shimmering blanket. She was only 18 then, her heart brimming with naïve hope. That night, she gave her heart awayâher first love, wrapped in trust and tied with fragile ribbons of innocence.
She thought it was real. Thought he was real. But by morning, she learned the truth. The very next day, heâd let her go, trading her for someone else without a second thought. The sting of betrayal etched itself deep, and every snowfall since seemed to carry the weight of that memory.
Now, at 19, Lisa stands by the frosted window, watching the holiday lights twinkle below. Sheâs no longer the same girl. This year, there will be no tears for the wrong person. This year, sheâs ready to find someone who sees her for who she truly isâsomeone special.
And maybe, just maybe, this Christmas would be the one where her story begins again.